Page 47 of Stolen Moments

“No.” I shake my head at her. “Not this again.”

I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I’ve decided that I want to be with Emery. I want to make us work. I want to put in the energy to makeushappen.

“But—”

Cutting her off, I press my mouth to hers. She melts into me, letting me kiss away the negative thoughts.

“Did you have a good weekend?”

She nods, biting that delicious plump lip of hers.

“Did I give you enough orgasms to hold you over until I can see you again?”

“Yes.” She rolls her eyes.

Brat.I wish I had more time to take her back upstairs so I could bend her over the couch and fuck the sass out of her.

Instead, I pull her to my chest and tilt her chin up. “Are you sure you don’t need one more to hold you over?”

She slaps my chest. “You’re so bad.”

“Only for you.”

“Charmer.” She drops her forehead on my chest.

“Look at me, please.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, giving away all her thoughts.

Gripping the back of her neck, I stare into those topaz orbs that make the organ in my chest pinch. “I know this isn’t ideal, but this weekend… I know you felt it. Focus on that feeling. On us. That’s all that matters. The rest is just details. Trust me, we’ll get there, okay?”

“Okay.”

She slides her arms around my shoulders, and I can’t help but lift her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as I push her back against the car door.

“Now, how about we seal the deal with another kiss?”

A beaming smile spreads across her face, right before I swoop in and kiss her senseless. When we break apart, my dick is harder than stone and she looks dazed, all traces of doubt gone.

Good.

She drops her legs to the cement with a contented sigh and turns her sparkling brown eyes on me. “Will you text me when you get home?”

As if I could go more than a couple of hours without talking to her.

“I’ll text when I get to the airport.” I kiss her forehead. “When I take off.” I kiss her cheeks. “When I land.” I kiss her nose. “When I get home.” I capture her lips and kiss her sweetly. “Now, I need you to get in your car and get home safely. Okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Bossy.”

I growl, and she laughs. The sweet sound burrows into the spot behind my ribcage. She gives me one last peck before getting into her car and rolling down the window.

I lean down, bringing us face to face. “Can you do a video call tomorrow night?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Wear nothing.” Just picturing a naked Emery has me ready to blow.

“Perv.” She rolls her eyes at me again, but the flush on her cheeks is proof she approves of my perversion.

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